Silence

Silence

As a child, I never understood silence.
 
It was boring, lifeless. 

Why would anyone want such a hush?

I had always wanted action. 

There was the need to be dynamic. 

Then one day, I was older. 

Stress took over my body. 

Early risings became a task. 

Naps became a rare reward for finishing work. 

Work. 

Ah, how I needed the silence! 

I could not concentrate with the movement. 

Late nights were a must.

Only if I wanted to complete my chores. 

Silence is a dream.

A beautiful, unique dream.

I don’t breath.

So I am not the cause of its ruin.

Only mine.